How much further can graphic novels go?
asks The New Yorker.
Nearly all art movements are launched by work that, when the dust clears, turns out to have been their definitive, peak contribution. “Les Demoiselles d’Avignon” looms over the busy ramifications of Cubism as “The Waste Land” looms over the modern poetry that it inspired. Accordingly, there may never be another graphic novel as good as “Jimmy Corrigan,” even by Ware himself—whose current serial in the Times Magazine, though tangy, bespeaks a style on cruise control.
Couldn't you say the same thing about novels after Don Quixote
? Or movies after Casablanca
? Or any arbitrary art form after any arbitrary achievement in said art form?
But why would you?